I wait.
But he doesn’t move.
I stare at him—his sculpted body covered in tattoos. His sheathed cock straining, ready to fuck me. But yet, he waits as if he still doesn’t believe this is going to happen, even now. As if he’s waiting for me to beg him to stop.
Our eyes meet, and I make it clear in them that there is nothing that’s going to make me change my mind about this. I’m sure.
“Fuck me,” I whisper across my lips. I’m soaked, I’m flushed, and I’m more than ready for him.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for, dearwife.”
It’s the first time he’s called me that in private. But it makes it clear his intentions—when he fucks me, he’s claiming me. This is as much about having sex as it is about making me his.
I don’t know what’s going to happen after we fuck, just that I won’t have any regrets.
He grins wickedly as he climbs over my body. His hand runs up the curve of my hip, dragging his nails into my flesh as he moves up until his hand is around my neck.
“Beg for me, wife. Beg me to fuck you. To show you what it’s like to be fucked, controlled, made mine.” His hand tightens around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe. His eyes are wild with want and crazed desire.
He’s trying to scare me, but still, I’m unafraid. I let my eyes grow heavy with my own desire. I need him to fuck me.
Then his mouth lowers over mine in a rough kiss. Our lips meld together as his slick tongue slips into my mouth, demanding I open for him.
I spread my legs and arch my hips, begging for him to enter me. I realize just how ready I am for him.
He doesn’t ask permission—not again.
But his hand reaches between my legs, testing my wetness once more before his cock pushes at my entrance.
I hold my breath, knowing this is the moment I can’t take back. Everything before this moment could be forgiven, but not this.
My arms are still stretched above my head, tied to the bed, but I’ve never felt in control of this decision more than now.
He hesitates. He’s a controlling alpha, but in this moment, he’s relenting the control he wants to me. I don’t know what in his past has made him so hesitant, but I respect him for it.
He thrusts.
I roll my hips.
And he slams into me.
I gasp as he fills me. I’ve never felt so full. My head falls back, and he stops.
“Last chance, wife. Neither of us is going to be able to stop after this,” Lennox says.
His words give me a hint at what his dark desires are and what his past is.Did he fuck a woman who told him to stop, and he couldn’t?
But I know there is no way I’m going to want to stop this. He’s not going to hurt me. At least he won’t hurt me more than the physical act of sex would.
When I kiss him hard, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, he unleashes himself.
He thrusts into me so hard that my eyes water. His hand tightens around my throat as he sinks his teeth just above my clavicle.
I whimper at the sensations pulsing through my body. His thrusts are more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. My head is spinning with how I’m going to survive the intensity of this.
His hand runs down the curves of my body until he’s grabbed my ass. He spanks me hard, and I cry out, but it only makes me wetter.
His cock is full and thick inside me, pounding into me deep in my core.